last week, the sexton at Hausjärvi called to inform that Mummo's mom's gravestone has dropped to the ground and somebody has to fix it. daddy, me and henri drove there to see what we can do about it. it wasn't really a big job. it took us less than 15 minutes to put the gravestone back to its place and we had time to plant carnation.
visiting the graveyard here is kind of relaxing to me. especially on All Soul's day when it's dark and there are lighted candles everywhere. it feels magical.
daddy and i have this habit of walking around the graveyard after the christmas celebration. when our tummies are so full of kinkku and all the casserole dishes, we would walk to the cemetery on top of the radiomäki at midnight. we'd take a look at some random gravestone while burning the calories.
personally, i don't want to be buried when i die. i've told this to daddy many many times but he always shrug it off and say ¨don't say that¨. well, i would continue telling him anyway that i'm claustrophobic that's why i don't want my body to be buried in the ground. instead, i want my body to be cremated and my ashes spread from the top of Mt. Skäla in Loen, Norway. huh! somebody has to climb up the whole 1,848 m above sea level mountain! hmmmmm...but in a nutshell, that's what i want to happen when i die. that would be make me so happy in the afterlife.
p.s. i don't know if i need a permit to have my ashes spread over Norway's territory. that's something to look into.
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